A learning curve..

I have always maintained that every canvas has a soul and that that soul has a definite voice.

I stared at the blank white canvas in front of me and saw, in my mind’s eye of course, a turban. Yes, a turban. Of course it wanted to be a turban! What else could it be?! πŸ˜€

Picking up a brush, I began painting a turban (yes, I have been promised a hefty sum of money for every time I use the word turban and so onward and forward with….the TURBAN! HA! Gotcha!) So where was I? Ah yes, the turban.. *giggle*

So I slap dashed my way through…wait for it…wait for it….the turban (!!!!) and a face began to emerge. I spent 30 glorious minutes fiddling with the shadows and then had to close shop because it was time to put away the paint brushes and pick up the spatulas.


Now, I am part of an artist’s group, a group of wonderful, wonderful ladies, each one talented and funny and kind and supportive and much loved, that meets once a month to share art and food and funny little tidbits and anecdotes. But the main objective of the meeting is the Critique. We bring in a piece (or pieces) of art that we are working on, or have finished, or are stuck on, and ask for advice or we simply share it. I shared this piece yesterday and they helped me see that the shadows were all wrong!

I have attended 4 wonderful and immensely informative Artist’s workshops taught by the prolific artist, Barb Smucker, but I have not studied to be an artist nor am I even a prolific one. I dabble every so often when the urge to feel the paint on my fingers is too strong. And when I do paint, it really is in a slap dash manner. I never know where I am going next or what I aught to do. I never stop to consider the light and shadow effect. I just paint. πŸ˜›

So fortunately for me, they were able to guide me in the right direction.

And as I began to work on the shadows, she emerged more fully. But as she emerged, her eyes began to trouble me. They looked like empty sockets.

Ghostly, alien…


{I wish I had taken more photos during the process. They really did look weird.}

I had no choice but to open them because I tried every which way to make them look ‘non-alien’ and failed. Maybe she was done meditating and wanted to look out upon the world? To say hello? And so, after much scraping and dabbing and polishing and smoothening, this is what she looks like now…this is who she wanted to be….



My first, somewhat life like painting, of a person! YAYE!!!

{There is something about the nose, too, that is bothering me, but I cannot quite put my fingers on it.Β Any ideas???}

But this….



….is my favourite part of the painting!!

This painting was a learning curve for me. Every dab of paint was an AHA! moment. All those little nuances of light and shadow.. I never knew until now how every brush stroke can make a difference to a painting. It was a revelation!

I am so happy with the way it turned out!! And it was all a happy accident too!

A very happy accident! πŸ™‚

Cheers to revelations and happy accidents!


8 thoughts on “A learning curve..

  1. Yay! Hurray! O Frabjous Day! What a great accomplishment. AND you got to say “turban” a whole bunchβ€”bonus points. πŸ˜€ Her nose looks dandy to me. Am I supposed to see something the matter with it??

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